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Eric Vanstraaten
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IC: He slammed the door closed and shoved a table up against it, hoping it would hold.
Seconds later, he could hear the orcs beating on the door, trying to break it open. He fratically looked around for a way to escape.
There was a small window in the north wall, little more than an arrow slit. He ran to it and began squeezing his small frame through.
He heard the door splinter into thousands of pieces as he dropped from the window, and an axe clanged off the stone wall.
He dropped forty feet to the ground, rolling as he landed. Miraculously, he seemed to have escaped the keep unscathed.
He charged into the nearby woods, hoping to avoid the wrath of the orcs. He swung up into a tree and waited. He could already see orcs milling about, searching for him.
He reversed his cloak so that the green side was out, and drew it tight around him, trying to blend in with the foliage fo the tree. A moment later, an orc passed right under him, glaring every which way.
He listened until he couldn't hear it's footfalls any longer, and dropped to the gournd, almost on top of an orc he didnt see.
His heart jerked in his chest. For a moment, they were both too surprised to move. Then, in a single smooth, easy motion, the thief whipped off his cloak and threw it over the orc's head, andf immediately turned and ran.
He heard the orc roar behind him, and he doubled his effort. The rest of the horde would easily be on him any second now.
He ran harder than he ever had in his life. After a time, he had to stop to catch his breath. He doubled over, his heart pounding in his ears. "Close one!" He panted.
He caught his breath and continued at a more liesurely pace to the north. There was a dwarven village there. Maybe he would be able to find someone there who was interested in the spellbook he had 'found' in the orc's stonghold.
OOC: Check the casting call thread here before you join.
IC: He slammed the door closed and shoved a table up against it, hoping it would hold.
Seconds later, he could hear the orcs beating on the door, trying to break it open. He fratically looked around for a way to escape.
There was a small window in the north wall, little more than an arrow slit. He ran to it and began squeezing his small frame through.
He heard the door splinter into thousands of pieces as he dropped from the window, and an axe clanged off the stone wall.
He dropped forty feet to the ground, rolling as he landed. Miraculously, he seemed to have escaped the keep unscathed.
He charged into the nearby woods, hoping to avoid the wrath of the orcs. He swung up into a tree and waited. He could already see orcs milling about, searching for him.
He reversed his cloak so that the green side was out, and drew it tight around him, trying to blend in with the foliage fo the tree. A moment later, an orc passed right under him, glaring every which way.
He listened until he couldn't hear it's footfalls any longer, and dropped to the gournd, almost on top of an orc he didnt see.
His heart jerked in his chest. For a moment, they were both too surprised to move. Then, in a single smooth, easy motion, the thief whipped off his cloak and threw it over the orc's head, andf immediately turned and ran.
He heard the orc roar behind him, and he doubled his effort. The rest of the horde would easily be on him any second now.
He ran harder than he ever had in his life. After a time, he had to stop to catch his breath. He doubled over, his heart pounding in his ears. "Close one!" He panted.
He caught his breath and continued at a more liesurely pace to the north. There was a dwarven village there. Maybe he would be able to find someone there who was interested in the spellbook he had 'found' in the orc's stonghold.
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